Taylor's POV
(PS it's just going to say Taylor for both her and Robbins POV, cause their the same person)
I walked into hell aka school with my fake thick glasses and fake braces. I have my thick book hugged to my chest and my eyes on my sneakers.
"Hey dork!" Tiffany called down the hallway.
It took a lot out if me not to punch her in the face every single time I saw her. So I just stopped in the hall and she walked in front of me and put her hand on my hip.
"So did you do my homework?" She snarled.
I nodded and handed it to her "h-here you go" I fake stuttered.
"Thanks bitch" she shoved me out the way and I slammed into the locker.
I almost hiss in pain from the bruise I have on my lower back from were the guy kicked me last night.
The first bell rang and I rushed off to class. I sat front and center just like aways but trust me, I wish I was in the back.
The teacher smiled at me lightly and the kids rolled their eyes at me.
When Adrian, aka mr badboy (even though I could kick his ass with my left pinky finger) walked in the room, he smirked at me and patted me on the head.
"Morning dork" he laughed evilly at me and sat in the far right corner of the room.
I swore a million times at him in my head and started to take notes. It was my first day and I was already wishing it was over.
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I walked out the doors of hell and wanted to sing my praises but I just started the short walk home.
I live with my best friend Asher. Asher's amazing, shes a year older then me, so she's finished high school last year. She has long dirty blonde hair, paleish skin and beautiful brown eyes.
Shit! I forgot! I'm Taylor Robbin or Robbin to some, I have long brown hair, blue eyes and am in my last year of high school.
When I got home I shouted a quick hello to Asher and ran into my room.
I put on a top that says 'me sarcastic? Never!', Black high waisted shorts, and black combat boots. I took out my fake braces and took off my glasses. I took my hair out the side braid and grabbed the keys to one of my many many racing/sports cars.
I put on my black ray-bans and headed out. I got in my black car (I can never remember what they're called) and took off the the tracks.
When I got there people instantly moved out the way so I could get into my parking spot.
"Robbin!" Jackson yelled out and pulled me in for a hug "why are you here? You're not racing tonight!"
"I know, just came to watch the lower levels race, no homework cuz it Friday" I shrugged.
"Well a boy came here asking for the best of the best, he's waiting in office 106" Jackson smiled and pushed me "I'll watch your car!"
"No one who wants to live would touch it but thanks!" I shout over my shoulder.
I walk down the hall to office 107 and open the door. I quickly close it and shake my head. I shutter, not wanting to even tell you what I just saw two people doing in there.
I tried 106 and saw a guy, who's back of the head looked like someone's I knew.
A girl and two other guys sat there and sat up strait when the saw me. "Well isn't this cute." I smirk.
"And who are you?" The boy asked with out turning around.
"Depends on who you are.." I snapped, "but my names Robbin." I took my time walking and pushed his chair out of the head area and put a new chair there. I sat down and put my feet up.
"Well then, if everyone's here.." he snapped.
"Tick tick tick, someone's got a temper." I taunt.
"Shut up.." he growled.
Everyone in the room gasped. I slowly put my foot down. All I saw was red.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM! I COULD KICK YOUR ASS PUNK!" I screamed.
"Now who's got the temper" he smirked.
"IM THE FUCKING RULER OF THIS TOWN! I COULD RUIN YOUR LIFE! IM FRIENDS WITH THE LEADERS OF ALL THE GANGS HERE! I COULD GET YOU KILLED!" I slammed my hands on the table.
"Who is this?" He asked the girl.
"She's a legend sir, she's undefeated in racing, fighting and she one of the best dancers in the town and internationally. She's she's Robbin" the girl mumbled.
"Wow dork, didn't know this side of you" I finally really looked at him.
Adrian FUCKING ADRIAN! "Well shit Sherlock, there's a lot you don't know" I smirked.
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The bad girl wears glasses
RomanceTaylor was what you call two faced. On the first face, you have Taylor Robbin, the shy kid who doesn't have any friends or talk very much, she hides her face in a book at all cost. Then theirs Robbin, the town best street racer, dancer, and undergr...